Falling for Persimmons

Our mom tried to introduce my sister and me to persimmons when we were little. She bought a couple of egg-shaped hachiyas ~ known for their astringency ~ and let them sit in a bowl on the kitchen counter until they were fully ripe. She sliced one open and gave us each a sliver of the soft orange flesh. The tannins did a number on my tongue, as though it had suddenly grown fur. I spat the sliver out and ran to look at my tongue in the bathroom mirror.

Squat, tomato-shaped fuyus, which Mom also persuaded us to try, were fine, I thought, but nothing special. They were sweet, not astringent like the hachiyas, but they seemed thin on flavor, unlike the crisp apples we brought home in the fall from the local orchard.

It wasn’t until November 2004 that I finally understood my mother’s love for this autumnal fruit, “cachi” in Italian. My husband and I had taken our kids to Italy for the first time, and although I had spent many summers in Italy when I was growing up, that 2004 trip was also a first for me ~ my first time experiencing an Italian fall. The days were beautiful, chilly and often misty with light rain. The air in the hill towns smelled enticingly of smoke and grilled meat, and chestnuts were scattered like acorns on the ground. We ate warming soups and stews, and drank hot chocolate.

As we drove around the countryside, the kids wondered about the trees that dotted the brown landscape, the ones with orange fruits that hung like tiny lanterns from bare branches and glowed softly in the mist. Were they orange trees?

We figured out, eventually, that they were persimmons, and for the first time I saw the fruit through my mother’s eyes. Surely it evoked the autumns of her youth and provided a link, as food so often does, from those carefree prewar days of her Italian childhood to her life as a mom and schoolteacher in suburban New Jersey.

There is something evocative about persimmons, isn’t there, just as there is about the quince and the pomegranate, those other fall fruits of a bygone era: their ancient provenance, their determination to survive through the centuries. They have an impenetrable quality, too. In the kitchen it’s not always easy to unlock their possibilities.

In the U.S., wild persimmons (Diospyros virginiana) grow in the southeast, up through the mid-Atlantic and into the Midwest. They are common on the Eastern Shore, but I have yet to come across a tree in the suburbs of northern Virginia where I live. Native Americans ate the fruit fresh and dried them for use in winter, and persimmon pudding remains a traditional Thanksgiving dish from North Carolina to Indiana.

A couple of weeks ago, when I spotted a bin of fuyus at the Twin Springs stall at my local farmers’ market, I scooped up a handful and brought them home. I let them ripen, and when I sliced into one and tasted it, it was better than I remembered, delicate and softly sweet. Looking for an Italian recipe in which to use them, I came across one for persimmon cake in Giulia Scarpaleggia’s book “I Love Toscana.” It’s my kind of cake, a simple, one-layer affair that needs only a dusting of powdered sugar or a dollop of whipped cream at serving time.

Giula’s recipe calls for farro flour, which I didn’t have, so I used a mix of all-purpose and whole-wheat, plus a little chestnut flour, which seemed to me an appropriate ingredient for a rustic fall cake. I added cinnamon and clove as well, warm spices that I knew would round out the delicate sweetness of the fruit.

Giulia describes this cake as having the color “of dry autumn leaves.” It’s a cake that speaks softly of the beauty of the season.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends.

More about wild American persimmons

A poem called “Persimmons,” by Li-Young Lee

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DOMENICA COOKS IN ITALY IN 2018

  • May 21-28: Join me for my inaugural Italian Riviera Culinary Tour, in collaboration with Beautiful Liguria. We still have a few spots left for what promises to be a unique week. We will explore the undiscovered culinary and cultural treasures of this region.
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Makes one 9-inch cake

Spiced Persimmon Cake

A simple cake that showcases the delicate flavor and gorgeous color of persimmons. It's on the light side, too, enriched only with whole-milk yogurt and eggs, no added fat. It is the sort of cake you can enjoy with coffee for breakfast, with a cup of tea in the afternoon, or as dessert for an autumn dinner party. Adapted from a recipe in "I Love Toscana," by Giulia Scarpaleggia.

Ingredients

  • Butter and parchment for the baking pan
  • 1/2 cup (65 g) unbleached all-purpose flour
  • 1/4 cup (30 g) whole-wheat or rye flour
  • 1/4 cup (30 g) chestnut flour
  • 1/4 teaspoon fine sea salt, divided
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
  • 3 eggs, separated, at room temperature
  • 1 cup (200 g) brown sugar or muscovado sugar
  • 1 cup whole-milk yogurt (not Greek)
  • 1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
  • 1 ripe fuyu persimmon, peeled, sliced, and cut into wedges or pieces
  • Confectioners' sugar, for dusting
  • Whipped cream, for serving

Instructions

Heat the oven to 350F. Coat a 9-inch cake pan with butter. Fit a 9-inch round of parchment paper into the bottom of the pan and butter it, too.

Sift the flours, 1/8 teaspoon salt, cinnamon, and cloves into a bowl. In a separate bowl, beat the egg yolks with the brown sugar until thick and creamy and the sugar is somewhat dissolved. It should be the color of pale coffee. Beat in the yogurt and vanilla extract. Stir the dry ingredients into the egg mixture just until combined.

Beat the eggwhites and remaining 1/8 teaspoon of salt until stiff, glossy peaks form. Fold 1/3 of the whites into the batter to loosen it. Gently fold in the rest of the whites until no white streaks remain.

Pour the batter into the prepared cake pan and scatter the persimmon pieces evenly over the top. Bake 30 minutes, or until puffed and golden-brown on top. Test with a skewer or listen for bubbling sounds inside the cake; it is done when just a crumb or two cling to the skewer, or the bubbling sounds have subsided.

Let the cake cool on a rack for 20 minutes. Run a knife around the inner edge and gently invert the cake onto another rack or a plate. Remove the parchment and re-invert the cake onto the rack. Let it cool completely. Place it on a decorative plate and dust with confectioners' sugar at serving time. Cut into slices and serve with a dollop of softly whipped cream.

8 Responses to Falling for Persimmons

  1. NJ Spice November 20, 2017 at 6:55 pm #

    Thank you for this beautiful, evocative post! Trying to remember a book I had as a child wherein a little girl or boy got a tummy ache from eating unripe, sour, persimmons. It would be years before I’d see one in the flesh!

    • Domenica Marchetti November 24, 2017 at 11:20 am #

      Thanks for your kind words, Faith. I’m not familiar with that book. That could scar a kid for life LOL. Hope you had a delicious Thanksgiving!

  2. Susan November 21, 2017 at 1:17 am #

    Lovely story. My mother introduced us as young children to persimmons as well. When they are dead ripe, they just melt in your mouth, and the sweetness, with a slight tang, is indescribable. I wonder if the persimmon your mother first offered you was not fully ripe? And even if fully ripe, the peel can be terribly astringent. The only child I can imagine not liking a gushy, dead ripe persimmon would have to be a child who does not like sweet flavors (and there are a few of those). Persimmons are a delicacy in our house. I have never tasted a persimmon pudding or came that did not overwhelm the delicate flavor of persimmons. But your cake looks so pretty and rustic,cO hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for the memories!

    • Domenica Marchetti November 24, 2017 at 11:23 am #

      Hi Susan, my guess is that the persimmons I tried as a kid were not so great, and maybe a little unripe, though I remember mom waiting until they ripened. No doubt the ones she grew up with in Abruzzo were different ~ and better ~ than those she was able to find in NJ in the mid-70s. One feature that keeps the persimmons from being overwhelmed in this recipe, is that they top the cake, so you get a taste of pure persimmon as you bite into it.

  3. familystylefoodkaren November 21, 2017 at 9:09 am #

    I loved the story, Domenica. The cake is just the kind I go for, too.
    Every fall I admire persimmons in the market, and never quite know what to do with them. They do look pretty in a bowl on the counter, though 😉
    Have a warm, wonderful Thanksgiving!

    • Domenica Marchetti November 24, 2017 at 11:23 am #

      They are an incredibly beautiful fruit ~ that color! Hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving, Karen. xx

  4. Ciao Chow Linda November 21, 2017 at 10:27 pm #

    Domenica – Your writing is so lovely. I really enjoyed reading your post and remembering how my mother, also born in Italy, was so enamored of persimmons. I too, have seen them dangling on trees in Italy in the fall, and even have a friend here in Princeton who grew them successfully for years. After many delicious harvests, I think the tree fell victim to the NJ winter weather. But you’ve reminded me that I have some frozen persimmon puree in the freezer still, from my friend’s tree. I’ve got to do something with it this fall. I too, am also fascinated by these fruits (pomegranate, quince) that evoke times gone by. Buon Thanksgiving mica.

    • Domenica Marchetti November 24, 2017 at 11:25 am #

      Grazie, amica. I hope you had a lovely Thanksgiving (it looked delicious from your IG posts!). Hope to see you one of these times when I’m up in Princeton. xo

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